Ultrasound was good. We got to see some cute thumb/finger/hand sucking. He’s just over two pounds, according to the belly measurement (I think that’s what they use to estimate, anyway). He’s head down (unless he’s flipped since Thursday…I’m still not sure I’d know, honestly), but he was face up. Plenty of time still for him to spin around, I hope. I mentioned that I’m switching OB practices, and they said that the new OB generally uses a different perinatal practice, so I may have yet another new doctor soon. No shortage of opinions, I suppose.
We met with another potential doula on Friday evening. I like her, she seems younger but has more and wider experience as a doula, and says she’d match the fee quoted by the first one we interviewed. So we’ll probably go with her. She seems a bit scattered – called at 5:30 looking for me though we’d agreed to meet at seven. That threw me, but she says that her mother has been in the hospital and so they’ve been taking care of two houses, which is understandable. I don’t get the feeling that it’s the kind of thing that would actually interfere with her being present when we need her to be. There are a few other pros – she’s also an early lactation care specialist, and is working on a nursing degree with an eye on becoming a midwife. I’m not sure if those things should outweigh the first doula’s midwife’s assistant’s training (at The Farm with Ina May Gaskin, in fact), but I have to admit that I find the high-collar, modest-dress, skirts-not-pants, Big-Love-type-hairdo thing a bit off-putting (enough hyphens for you?). I can’t even put my finger on which religion that probably signifies (Pentecostal?), or why that should matter much when it comes to doula care, but…it makes me oddly uncomfortable, even though when I met with her she was perfectly friendly and very knowledgeable. I think if I had not liked this second doula, I’d be perfectly happy to hire her, but…overall, I’m just more comfortable with the second, and Mike is, too. Plus, she has a backup doula and an apprentice doula, so even if some unavoidable conflict would come up, we’d be covered – and I very well may get two doulas for the price of one. Seems sort of like a no-brainer. Maybe it’s just that I’ve never really been in the position of hiring anyone for anything, but I’m feeling weirdly guilty about my bias against the first’s implied social/political/religious values. It’s definitely a prejudice, but I have to go with my gut here. Thank goodness for email; at least I don’t have to say “you’re not hired” on the phone or in person, I guess.
What else? Oh, we need to start registering for the childbirth education, breastfeeding, infant care, CPR, etc. classes. I fear we are running out of time (not to mention energy and money) to get all of this, and the nursery (we have primer!) done before his arrival. While I know that all the details don’t really matter, it somehow feels important – as if everything we can accomplish that’s baby-related drags me a bit further away from the disbelief that it’s finally happening for us. Even as I sit here with him kicking away inside…I can’t believe we’ve been so lucky, that we’re really going to get to have a baby. I think it may not fully hit me until he’s actually here.